Approximately half an hour later, Bai Shuang sat on the bed with her face flushed bright red and full of shyness.
Her small feet, wrapped in white stockings, dangled idly at the edge of the bed.
Zhou Qingqing stared at her own hand while sitting on the sofa, feeling as though she had ascended to heaven.
‘The skin of a witch is this smooth… this life was worth it～’
Just earlier, she had forcibly dragged Bai Shuang into the bathroom under the pretext of helping her bathe—and had taken the opportunity to sneak a few touches.
Bai Shuang looked every bit the loli: completely flat-chested, nothing like the ambitious, well-endowed Ice Frost Witch she would grow into.
Yet the slight gentle swell of those small mounds, fitting perfectly in the palm of her hand, combined with the girl’s innocent and utterly defenseless expression, carried a certain flavor all its own.
The corners of Zhou Qingqing’s mouth curved into a satisfied smile.
After all, when Bai Shuang had first been brought here, her body had been covered in dust—like a pearl shrouded in grime.
Now, after Zhou Qingqing’s careful attention, Bai Shuang resembled a crystal cleared of its haze: something one longed to admire up close, then savor slowly in one’s hands.
But beyond that, there was something even more important—something Zhou Qingqing had always wanted to try properly in the game.
Right now Bai Shuang was tugging shyly at the clothes on her body.
The side-slit outfit left her feeling strangely exposed.
Though her face was full of embarrassment, a flicker of something more—like nervous anticipation—passed through her eyes.
“Big Sister Nun… is it really okay for me to wear clothes like this…?”
“It’s fine. I’ve wanted to see this forbidden combination for the longest time～”
Zhou Qingqing stealthily pulled the system panel in front of her.
She hadn’t expected it to have a camera function—truly intelligent.
There sat Bai Shuang in her black-and-white nun outfit, cheeks burning, perched at the edge of the bed.
Her petite frame looked especially frail.
The small feet encased in white stockings resembled white ice-cream bars, the soles faintly pink at the edges—a perfect picture designed to tempt someone into sin.
“A nun outfit paired with the identity of a witch… if anyone else saw this scene, they’d be dumbfounded～”
Zhou Qingqing had long admired the Holy See’s nun uniforms.
The design was undeniably beautiful: the high side slits perfectly revealed the legs, yet the upper body remained tightly wrapped.
That contradiction—restraint mixed with latent desire—had always fueled her fantasies about what a witch would look like in the same attire.
“White stockings with a nun outfit is just too perfect～”
“If only the Ice Frost Witch could be raised a little bigger～”
Zhou Qingqing circled around taking photos from every three-hundred-sixty-degree angle, completely lost in admiration of the shy, adorable sight before her—utterly immersed in her own private art project.
She remained entirely unaware that, a thousand meters away, perched on a distant tree, her figure was being watched just as intently by another pair of eyes.
“Yes, yes, perfect～ It’s getting harder and harder to hold back～”
“As expected of the Central Nun stationed here… just looking at her makes my tail itch～”
Hidden among the leaves, a telescope made of pure crystal was held in the hand of the figure sitting on the branch.
The lens was pointed directly at the church.
A spade-shaped tail swayed gently behind her.
With dexterous movements, the tail coiled around a quill like a hand, effortlessly jotting notes in a nearby book—clearly recording something.
After each sweep of the church’s personnel movements, her gaze returned to the window, lingering on that black-clad silhouette while she wiped nonexistent drool from the corner of her mouth.
“So juicy～”
With each lewd remark slipping from her lips, anyone who caught even a single glance would immediately recognize her species: a race extremely common on the other side of the border.
Succubi—beings who fed on desire, especially toward soft, jade-like young women.
For them, reproduction and carnal love were near-instinctual responses.
They were also the race Zhou Qingqing had hated most in the game.
True to their name, their minds revolved solely around either bedding you or being bedded by you.
Several times in the game, after battles with witches left her weakened, succubi had swooped in to take advantage.
What happened afterward needed no explanation—clearly triggering some awful events: bad endings, humiliation endings, and so on.
She had been thoroughly taken advantage of in those moments.
And right now, the succubus perched in the tree clearly harbored wicked intentions toward the dark-haired beauty framed in the window.
Unfortunately for her, she was merely a lowly succubus—full of lust but lacking the courage.
“As expected, an older-sister-type nun with a body this perfect is like sweet dew… just looking from afar already feels intoxicating～”
The succubus on the tree used her tail to roll up the quill.
After finishing that day’s observations, she slowly tucked the notebook back into her bag.
Yet she showed no intention of leaving—instead lifting the telescope again to observe another blue-and-white figure.
“Hm? Never seen that little nun before… is she new? Looks pretty cute too…”
“But if my tail went in, that belly would definitely bulge～”
The succubus watched the two inside the room through the lens, her heart-shaped tail swaying as though broadcasting her inner thoughts.
After all, that was simply how succubi were—beautiful women rendered them utterly immobile.
“What are you doing? Did you finish the task the Lady assigned? Slacking off here of all places…”
The succubus girl had been happily admiring the two lovely figures in the church when an unpleasant voice suddenly interrupted.
A flicker of annoyance crossed her eyes.
She glanced back and saw exactly what she expected: a petite figure.
Despite the loli-like stature and height, the newcomer carried herself like a superior.
The loli succubus spoke with clear authority, reprimanding the older succubus girl.
Though inwardly irritated, the older one obediently pulled the notebook from her bag.
“The records the Lady assigned me are already complete. I haven’t forgotten anything…”
“But you—what are you always coming over here for?!”
The succubus girl had been monitoring perfectly well from this spot—only to have her viewing session ruined by this loli succubus.
Irritation showed plainly in her eyes; she wasn’t about to be polite.
Though they were of the same race, the two succubi belonged to different tiers of order within their hierarchy.
There was a nominal superior-subordinate relationship, though it wasn’t strongly enforced.
“Who knows if you’ll get distracted by beauty and ruin everything. Hand over the telescope…”
“If you want to look, just say so instead of making excuses to come bother me.”
Though filled with resentment toward her superior, the succubus girl only muttered a few quiet complaints—loud enough to be heard, but not enough to provoke real trouble.
The loli succubus naturally heard them but paid them no mind.
Most succubi were low-order beings.
Only a tiny handful could reach mid-order, and even that was rare. Breaking through to high order was practically an ironclad impossibility for their kind.
No one had ever seen a succubus at first or second order.
The strongest known were only fifth-order at best.
Yet despite their weakness as individuals, the race still controlled a vast territory.
The reason was their terrifying reproductive capability—combined with the existence of a mysterious witch of unknown identity.
An inexhaustible race with limitless soldiers had suddenly gained a powerhouse capable of matching high-order beings.
That witch’s appearance had pushed the southern border inward by thousands of miles.
This entire region had been classified by the Holy See as one of the six forbidden zones.
Though ranked dead last, it was the most unstable of them all—and the one every nun in the See dreaded mentioning: [Land of Desire].
Every succubus existed like a magically created being—simple creatures ruled by desire.
When they gathered in swarms, they became as terrifying as a plague of locusts.
A single bee was harmless; a swarm was apocalyptic.
Compared to the other five forbidden zones—which were dangerous but stable—this [Land of Desire] expanded every year, devouring land like ants.
Zhou Qingqing, having only recently transmigrated, was completely unaware of the calamity she would soon face—or rather, the calamity already approaching.
Right now she was still admiring Bai Shuang’s blushing face.
Gently grasping one small foot wrapped in white stockings—like a soft ice-cream treat—she savored the tender sensation.
“So juicy～”